Sweet Dreams are Made of Thee...

I'm a cynic.

I'm a realist.

you choose.

But i do believe in dreams.

I'm not the type who reads up on exact interpretations of a dream, and then base my life around it. I more or less interpret them in my sense.

Example.

Last night, I had a dream (For any of you about to start humming Over the Moon....HA! i called you on it!).

I was walking along a narrow wooden plank, suspended hundreds of feet above water. I was following someone.

That person was Mark Cohen, from RENT. He had his infamous scarf wrapped around his neck, before he stopped and turned to face me.

Someone was singing "Tango Maureen"...it wasn't either of us.

I don't think we spoke, really. All i remember is the plank disappearing and the two of us were standing on top of the water.

I don't know. i think i relate most to the character. He's more level-headed, a bit socially detached, but he's there for his friends, even if they need some tough love.

So we just stood on the water until the dream ended, anchors of society.

I think we were bordelined...hovering above the surface, but just close enough so that any wrong move would send us sinking into the water.